Posts by Lisa Katona Smith
When Love Feels Heavy
If you love someone struggling with substance use disorder (SUD), life can feel like a constant storm. The worry, the fear, the sleepless nights—it’s exhausting. Some days, it feels like you’re barely holding on. And in the middle of all that, someone might suggest, “Try practicing gratitude.” (eye roll) It might seem impossible. Gratitude? For…
Read MoreWhy Progress Isn’t Always Loud (And That’s Okay)
February can be tough. The excitement of New Year’s resolutions is gone, and if things haven’t gone the way you hoped, it’s easy to feel like a failure. I’ve been there myself, many times. The promises I made to take charge, to fix things, or to help my son through his recovery often felt like…
Read MoreStarting Fresh in 2025: Small Steps for Big Change
If you’re here, it’s likely because someone you love is struggling with mental health or substance use disorder. That journey is overwhelming, exhausting, and full of questions you never imagined you’d have to ask. The start of a new year can feel like a cruel joke—another reminder that time is passing, yet nothing seems to…
Read MoreRe-discovering the Gift of Hobbies
As the year winds down, there’s a natural pull to reflect on what was, what is, and what could be. For families affected by a loved one’s mental health or substance use struggles, this season can feel especially heavy. Setting goals or even imagining a brighter new year might seem impossible when just surviving each…
Read More“Drop the Rock” – Letting Go of the Stories That Hold Us Back
There’s a common story in the A.A. community that resonates deeply with me, and with many families who are on the journey of supporting a loved one through addiction or mental health challenges. It’s called “Drop the Rock.” The idea is simple, yet incredibly powerful: Imagine yourself swimming toward a brighter, healthier future, but you’re…
Read MoreLove vs. Fear: The Fine Line I Walked in My Son’s Addiction Journey
Supporting the Journey of Parallel Recovery™ When my son was deep in the grips of his addiction, I often felt like I was living life on the edge of a cliff. Or maybe it was him on the cliff, and I was right below, scrambling desperately to make sure he didn’t fall. If I’m honest,…
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